
I had a boss who had no idea of his body odour problem, and everybody was too tactful to break it to him. Not so a visiting Rev Ian Paisley: "What the blazes is that smell? Is it you?" That sorted it. Stories of people blissfully unaware of their bad smells, bad manners and foghorn voices.
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It rather seems I lack DG-awareness.
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It's not like I beheaded a pimp with a samurai sword and then disposed of the body down a rubbish chute.
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